I had time to waste. My heart was broken and he was the only one that actually acted like they cared. How dumb could I be? He wanted to fuck me and torture me in ways that would make me pass out and throw-up. Calling me names became normal. He acted as if I was nothing. I was a doll--a sex toy from hell. How could someone so innocent be such a Mr. Hyde? This young man had rich parents; he was also quite intelligent and knew how to use his mind to get what he wanted. He couldn't understand empathy. Being so selfish, I was putty in his hands and he only wanted me, but he was manipulative, forceful and cruel. He met me and then my world got turned upside-down.
Rain hit the library windows and a scent of Earth captured my senses. Quickly, I finished my book for English class and tucked it in my bag. Obviously, this instructor didn't realize that I also have psychology, college Algebra and Anatomy. My psychology book fell on a page about different mental disorders--bipolar, psychopaths and sociopaths. I remembered that psychopaths were devious creatures and could even kill. It was Halloween, and I really should have stopped reading this page. These people are lonely, struggling creatures who can't understand humanity. I can't figure them out either. Suddenly, I felt a chill when I sensed an unusual man, about my age or a little older. I'm twenty two by the way. He appeared as a character from a movie or band or something. Unlike me, he was evil, pale and insane. Most don't know how I could come up with these observations just by one or two glances. Though, people here come from all ages and from anywhere. At a community college--we get the usual smart people--and others who are just trying to make it in the world. Some don't belong here either...
My thin legs dangled under the library table, like a little girl's limbs. In my black lace shirt I shivered. I saw him from across the room. I knew he could be crazy, but he captivated me. Somehow the book he read intrigued me; Dark SEX and Bound BABES, because I loved B.D.S.M. His tough stature expressed I can dominate you now... for sure. He wasn't extremely muscular, but he was thin and had some nice broad shoulders. Goth...the word popped into my head. My blond hair was so angelic compared to his. He wore a pale foundation, black lipstick and black coal eyeliner. He had long straight black hair, all black clothes. He drew me in slowly and I wanted his blue eyes.
Soon enough, he witnessed my stare and he whispered. Come here please! Shoot! I thought. With that initial need, I stumbled over to his table. My heart beat faster than a heavy metal drum. He grabbed my hand and forced me to sit on his lap over his black cloak, covering me. He turned a light out, making the red of the library walls become maroon. The Victorian gold chair looked bronze. Two sharp fangs protruded as he opened his lips. His right hand made its way up my skirt, and the other covered my mouth. I felt my juices trickle down my legs and a blush fell across my cheeks. My accidental moans were forced to silence. Then he bit my lips so hard, blood poured out of my mouth. I tried to scream but he told me,
"Shhh...don't tell anyone, slut, be a good little whore and stay still." He got up and sat me on the chair. With that he took out handcuffs, cutting off the circulation. This dark creature stood me on the ground and forced me to face him. I let out a scream, but we were behind a bookshelf in the college library but people thought the scream was coming from a video on a cell phone. Walking quickly and carrying me, we went into the women's bathroom! The walls were clear glass blocks, but he turned out the light so all I could see were his glairing eyes and sharp teeth.
"Sir, can't we figure everything out first? I know I want you...but I think we should go over limits. I won't do anything gross. I only want to do intermediate B.D.S.M! I don't want to do certain things!!!"
He pushed me up against the wall and blurted out, "Oh, my pretty pet, I'm going to work with you...but first we're going to do what I want to do because it's Halloween and I'm horny and you're going to please me, no matter what even if it disgusts you! If I tell you to be my pet...that's what you're going to do. If you don't, I won't play with you ever again and I will send you home in blood, tears and a stinging sensation." As soon as the last word left his tongue he smacked my ass very hard with his leather gloves. I squirmed but he held me down as tears fell from my eyes one by one. I yelled loudly,
"Please no! I don't know how to be disgusting; I don't want to throw up! I'm so frightened! You will not kill me! I won't...I won't...I can't Sir! I'm horny too. I'm going to cum for you, I'll be yours...I'll try!"
"Okay slut. I'm going to make you do so much you never knew existed...I'll torture you!" He smirked and French-kissed me hard and mulled my breasts without warning making me kiss him back. That's when I knew I should have taken that self defense class. I tried to push him away, but his strong arms kept me in place.
Why did I crave pain, to do inhumane things...was I sick? Yes. The voice in my head told me. I wanted to be forced because I crave the darkness. I wanted to be treated like a dark princess. My heartbeat vibrated through my chest. He wore a black cloak, a satin material. His long black hair gave me goosebumps. I wondered if he was a sexual deviant too. Maybe he was a vampire. At that moment he put on a "black metal" type of mask. It was painted almost like Dani Filth (of extreme Gothic metal band, Cradle of Filth) or Gene Simmons faces' but it was made of rubber. Of course he bought the mask to taunt me and scare me into submission. I never saw him in my life, and I was already beginning to forget his face...but those blue crystals shone through the eye slots of the mask. There was something familiar about his bright eyes...but I couldn't figure it out.
With his leather gloves on, he stuck his two fingers inside my pussy and told me to jump and wrap my legs around his back. Then he put a few more in my ass. I felt unnatural like a BDSM Barbie. He took a knife out of his pocket and put it against my stomach, still holding me against the wall then looked into my eyes. I smiled hoping he would let me go. The blade moved around my breasts and down my abdomen, coming so close to my vagina. He kept staring at me constantly, looking into my eyes. It was as if he didn't know how uncomfortable I felt. The knife felt cold against my body as I felt the blade. The weapon was put back into his pants but then he slammed a small red vibrator inside of me. I told him it was too much for me and I screamed, but I was muffled by his hand. He pumped the vibrator in and out until I relaxed a bit. He reminded me,
"You need to shut up, because I'm going to fuck you in the ass and then you're going to clean my cock, bitch!"
I began crying and he led me out of the library bathroom and library, in handcuffs. One guy watched intently and his girlfriend began to cry as we left the building. Why couldn't someone call 911? Without my hands free, my leg kicked his balls. He groaned as his hand cupped his groin. I ran as fast as I could, and thought I'll be free. I got close to my car but he tripped me and I fell flat on my face. The pavement scraped my knees and I began crying. I turned my head and saw him towering over me.
"Well, well, well, looks like someone forgot that I am too powerful to let a little kick in the balls knock me down. I'm going to teach you a lesson later and fist your cunt, you ungrateful whore!"
He picked me up on top of his head and shoved a finger inside my vagina. When we got his car, he shoved me inside. He put on some sort of dark music, possibly Cradle of Filth. It was a black car that looked like a hearse--that was expected because he was a Gothic metal jerk. I kept thinking that I was going to die. He kept his finger in me as I sat on the seat. He told me to take off my panties and stick them in my mouth. I gagged from my own scent. Keeping my panties inside, duct-tape bounded around my mouth. He told me to cum so I could lick it off the seat. I did this and moaned through the gag. I used my fingers in my pussy and he put his thumb in my ass. I came again, while he probed and almost passed out. He took off my gag and I licked the seat, but he kept my panties in his pocket. His scary mask made my adrenaline rise, so I came again. I put my skirt back up.
"When we get inside, I do the talking, and you do what I say. If you do not comply, I have no problem clamping open your pussy. I'll fist you until you bleed and bite your tits so hard you can't breathe," he said toughly.
"Yes, Sir," I muttered shakily. I was so scared, but his face was still bright, happy and smiling. We walked inside and he told me to make myself comfortable. I sat in his living room, but he motioned me to go to the bedroom. Interior in his house was evil, pictures and statues of grim reapers, monsters and dark angels were everywhere. Where was God when I needed him, Satan watched over his house? The walls were red and the floor was black. He had black leather furniture in each room. Currently I was in the living room. I looked up and there was a picture of a vampire biting a girl's vagina. My pulse increased. His constant leering into my eyes made me jump and I screamed so loud. The vampire devil told me not to be afraid,
"Why are you so scared, I have no clue why this is scary, I'm a nice guy, and you're going to be my plaything for hopefully longer than just tonight...and I'm going to rape you, whore! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
